This blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.

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Friday, June 15, 2007

"Forlorn Vinyard"

The road at the vinyardNaked sticks to the trellisStaring all at onceIntrusion in the grapeless fieldA quagmire is concealed below the surfaceOne that bogs down the mindCrushing the spirit into depthsFar below the roots that feedWithin the earthSymmetrical invertebrates move silentlyThey know not of the abandonmentOf the grapes from which fine wine flowsOr unto whose lips their flourish reachesAt the end of the road is the caretakers houseNeither do they know himThe sun is their enemy which drainsPrecious moisture goes to roots that stealSmall quantities of moistureFeeding the lifelines for grapesFermentation occurs even in myselfThank you for coming when I called youMost people would not take the timeIt's usually all about them as I'm sure you knowOccasionally a centipede surfacesBut does not seem to crave my acquaintanceVerily I observe its movementsThat has to be good enough for mePious ants may sometimes feel my shoeOut of curiosity they may look upon the soleHoping to find refreshment of some sortCarefully I move so as not to crush their abdomensAs I wait for you to appear in the rainThat begins to cleanse my mind